AN: I don't own anything except for Ethan, Daniel and Andrew.
Time was going by but no one gave up hope that Camille would be found. The gang looked night and day for her everyday. Everyday, Camille's friends spent hours waiting and hoping that she would return. Soon the minutes turned into hours which turned into days and as much as they didn't want to admit it, weeks, but there was no sign of Cami. As much as they didn't want to lose hope, they were. They were starting to doubt that Camille was okay or even alive.
They were so scared that they called out Officer Garcia and Officer Adams (Camille's adoptive father) to help out in the investigation. It was relieving to know that there were reliable people that you knew on the force. Of course, Officer Adams was a wreck. He always considered Camille his own daughter and to know that she was kidnapped by a cruel man was unbelievable.
The police had found a few clues but none were enough to locate Camille. They figured that she was still in California because of some of the clues gathered. They had checked everywhere- stores, bars, houses, etc.. They were starting to give up but the guys and girls wouldn't let them.
Camille's POV:
"I'm back," he said in a sing-song voice. Instantly fear invaded me. I didn't know what the date was but I knew it had been at least a few days. In those few days my somewhat nice life became a living hell. Everyday I would wake up terrified of what would happen.
I think that he is imagining my mother in me because of everything he has done. He- he's touched me in places he has no right to. He's groped my body, took off my clothes and my body has a ton of hickies. The hickies are nothing. My entire body is basically covered in blood. Bruises and cuts litter my body. I can't take it anymore. The verbal and physical abuse is getting to me. He's winning.
It's gotten so bad that I've tried to hurt myself. It's not so major especially compared to what he's doing. Sometimes I dig my long nails and pierce then into my skin. It makes the pain go away- takes my mind off of things.
I tried escaping by using the bobby pin to undo the handcuffs, but it broke. Now, I'm stuck here until someone finds me.
I'm trying not to think of him, and struggle to get away from him as he touches me. Suddenly he gets up and hands a phone to me.
"Call him- I want to have a little talk with him." I know he's talking about Logan.
"No!" I refuse.
"Do as I say or else I will go hurt him!"
Hesitantly I reach for the phone, and dialing a memorized number.
"H- hello?" I ask my voice hoarse and cracking from crying.
"Yeah? Who's this?"
"Camille." I can hear him become less tense over the phone.
"Camille! Where- where are you? Are you even okay? We have practically searched everywhere!"
"I- I don't know, but-," I am cut off when my "dad" takes the phone from me.
"Listen here! If you ever want to ever see your pathetic little girlfriend again then come meet me alone with $500,000 outside Pacific Lane at eight."
After he hung up the phone, he stuffed it into his pocket. He came at me bringing out a sharp knife from behind his back. My breath hitched in my throat. No, no, no. This cannot be happening! Why me?
The knife is injected into me. "Ahhhhh!" I scream out. He does it again and again, twisting it at times. I doubt that I'll survive this. All my wounds are bleeding profusely and it's all so painful. Next thing I know is unconsciousness.
Logan's POV:
These past few days have been nothing but torture. All of us sat around waiting and hoping that just maybe the police would find her. Suddenly, my phone rang. Riiiing!
I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was unknown.
"H-hello?" a hoarse, cracking voice said.
"Yeah, who's this?" I asked confused by who was talking to me.
"Camille." Immediately I let out a sigh of relief.
"Camille! Where- where are you? Are you even okay? We have practically searched everywhere!" At the sound of Camille's name, all of our friends perked up.
"I- I don't know, but-," she is cut off and I scream her name into the phone hoping that she will answer back.
Suddenly a deep male voice replies. "Listen here! If you ever want to ever see your pathetic little girlfriend again then come meet me alone with $500,000 outside Pacific Lane at eight."
I was terrified but I managed to get out, "P-please don't hurt her."
Not receiving an answer, I hung up. My friends were all staring at me intently. "Well?" Jo asked me.
"He wants me to bring him $500,000 if I ever want to see her again."
"It's a trap."
"I know but we can't trust that he won't hurt Camille. It's going to happen."
"We'll come with you."
"He said to come alone."
An idea popped into my mind. "Hey guys! We have to get to the police station now. I've an idea," I said slightly excited.
At the police station…
I rushed up to the officer in charge of Camille's case and ask, "Is there anyway to trace back a phone call's location?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Camille's dad just called and I'm pretty sure he was using his cell phone."
"Let's see what we can do." She takes my phone and takes it into a room in the back while we sit in her office.
"Where do you think Camille is?" Carlos asked. To be honest I was quite surprised. We've talked about this situation with the police and adults but never amongst ourselves.
"I- I don't know but I hope she's alright."
"Do you think- do you think that she's okay?" James asks.
"I hope she is. I can't lose her. I love her so much."
Kendall reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. "It'll be alright man. She's strong. She'll get through it."
"I hope you're right."
A cop entered the office. "Hey kids. There's something we want to tell you some good news."
"What is it?" we all ask eagerly.
"We traced the phone call back to a bar actually pretty close by."
"That's great so let's go."
"Not so fast. We need a plan."
A plan would soon be underway. Look out Andrew- you're about to be ruined.
AN: I liked how this chapter started out but not how it was in the middle or end. Help me make it better! I know what I have planned for this story but tell me any suggestions you have- I'll gladly accept them.
Also a little shout- out to whoever favorited me, my story, reviewed my stories or put it on alert. It means so much to me. Also to whoever is reading, a little thing I do is whenever an author favorites me or reviews my stories I do check out their stories. I hope that I just made sense if not, sorry!
PS: Is Camille going to live and will the police find her in time?
PPS: Sorry if the police information is not accurate. I have no information on it whatsoever. Also in future chapters- an early apology to all the inaccurate information that I might give out. I'll try my best and do research so it makes sense. Thanks for reading and…